THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river. Out of haze over the sunset, Out of a smoke rose gold: One star shines over the sunset. Night takes the dome and the river, the sun and the smoke rose gold, The haze changes from sunset to star. The pour of a thin silver struggles against the dark. A star might call: It's a long way across.
. I'll map the distance between each breath you take. Don't go swallowing stars that threatened to give birth to universes within your own lungs, darling. I won't always be there to watch the constellations tear you apart from inside out. .
I am not as beautiful As my ice cold heart, Which glimmers each time We experience pain. But I will not waver Because they say I belong in a fortress To hide this outer shell And this soul that crawls within me.
I would dream of endless nightmares In which I obtain the beauty like My callous heart But then I would realize I would Loose those who are special. And don't care if I am a goddess Or human.